Flip the table and divide the family property! Take his wife and daughter into the mountains and eat

"Beep—beep—beep—"

Before Chen Jianguo could utter another word in explanation, the phone was abruptly hung up.

Hearing the jarring busy tone coming from the receiver, Chen Jianguo's facial muscles twitched uncontrollably.

He slowly put down the phone, as if all the last bit of strength had been drained from his body in an instant, and slumped into the large leather chair.

Cold sweat had completely soaked the back of my shirt, which clung to my skin with an icy chill.

Chen Jianguo stared blankly at the ceiling, his chest heaving violently.

He knew better than anyone that his open challenge to the governor meant that his political career was over.

Let alone being promoted to the provincial level, it's uncertain whether they can even maintain their current position.

But he really had no other choice.

Li Yuanchao and Zhou Changhe were like two venomous snakes that smelled blood, tightly coiling around his neck, giving him no room to breathe.

The old scar that had disappeared was more like a high-explosive bomb with a lit fuse, buried right under his feet, ready to blow him to pieces at any moment.

He was forced to the edge of an abyss, with nowhere to retreat, and had no choice but to resort to this crazy move that would kill a thousand enemies while losing eight hundred of his own, and had no choice but to touch the sore spot of the provincial party committee.

At this moment, power struggles and ambitions to climb higher were no longer important to Chen Jianguo.

The only thought left in his mind was to kick Li Yuanchao out of the game at all costs and defuse the bomb that was Old Scar.

As long as he can get through this critical hurdle, even if it means relinquishing his power, he'll be grateful if he can finally land safely and peacefully.

Thinking of this, Chen Jianguo suddenly opened his bloodshot eyes, sat up straight in his leather chair, and shouted loudly towards the door, "Xiao Li! Xiao Li!"

He called out two or three times, but there was only deathly silence outside the door, with no response whatsoever.

Normally, if he raised his voice even slightly, his secretary, Xiao Li, would immediately jog in and wait for his instructions, even if she was at the end of the corridor.

A sudden surge of indescribable irritability and unease rose in Chen Jianguo's heart. He pushed back his chair, strode to the door, and abruptly pulled open the heavy soundproof door.

"Xiao Li, your ears..."

Chen Jianguo's angry rebuke was about to come out when it was abruptly stopped, as if an invisible hand had gripped his throat.

He stood frozen at the doorway.

In the secretariat outside, Xiao Li stood stiffly in front of the desk, her hand still tightly gripping the receiver of the internal telephone.

Only when he saw Chen Jianguo come out did he seem to lose his soul, his wrist trembling as he slowly placed the receiver on the table.

This usually quick-witted and composed young man was now looking at me with a deathly pale face and trembling slightly. His eyes revealed an undisguised panic and fear, as if he had just heard some extremely terrible news.

Chen Jianguo's unease instantly intensified, his brows furrowing tightly as he demanded in a deep voice, "What's wrong? What happened?"

Xiao Li's lips trembled violently, his Adam's apple bobbed, and his voice, like a leaky bellows, was filled with uncontrollable fear: "Dead...dead..."

"Who died?"

Chen Jianguo's heart sank suddenly, and an extremely ominous premonition instantly gripped his heart.

He strode forward, slammed his hand on the desk, and demanded sharply, "Explain yourself!"

"Wang...Wang Biao..."

Xiao Li looked up at Chen Jianguo with eyes full of horror. His teeth were chattering uncontrollably, and his voice was completely distorted with fear, "Wang Biao and his dozen or so men... are all... all dead..."

"Dead?"

A loud "buzz" went through Chen Jianguo's mind, as if a heavy hammer had slammed into the top of his head, and his vision instantly became extremely dizzy and blurry.

He instinctively reached out and gripped the edge of the solid wood desk tightly, the veins on the back of his hands bulging like earthworms, barely managing to keep from collapsing.

"What utter nonsense are you spouting!"

Chen Jianguo suddenly raised his head, his eyes bloodshot and glaring at Xiao Li as he roared, "Who is Wang Biao? His dozen or so men are all armed! Who could have killed them all? How did they die? Where did they die?!"

Xiao Li shrank back, terrified by Chen Jianguo's cannibalistic and deranged appearance. His voice trembled with tears as he stammered, "Internal news just came from the city...the city bureau. At that abandoned locomotive marshalling yard on the outskirts of the city...the scene is like a slaughterhouse...everyone was shot dead, the method clean and swift, without even a trace of resistance...all dead, not a single survivor..."

One shot, and he was dead.

Clean and neat.

These eight words were like a bucket of cold water mixed with ice crystals, poured over Chen Jianguo's head, completely extinguishing his surging frenzy and leaving only suffocating despair and fear.

More than a dozen armed gangsters were all slaughtered.

This wasn't some gangster double-cross; it was the work of a highly trained professional assassin!

Chen Jianguo was panting heavily, as if all the strength in his body had been completely drained in an instant.

His legs buckled, and his lower back slammed heavily against the desk, causing him to slide down the edge of the desk and into a chair next to it.

who is it?

Who did this?!

Chen Jianguo's mind went blank, his chest heaved violently, and cold sweat dripped from his chin onto his collar. He simply couldn't imagine who could have done this in this area.

He racked his brains, going through all the people and forces in his mind, but he still couldn't figure out who it was.

In this territory, there couldn't possibly be anyone he didn't know.

This completely uncontrollable unknown gripped his heart like a cold, giant hand.

"And...and also, Secretary Chen..."

Xiao Li swallowed hard, his Adam's apple bobbing with difficulty, his voice trembling so much it was almost inaudible, and he didn't even dare to lift his head.

Chen Jianguo abruptly raised his head, his bloodshot eyes, like those of a dead fish, fixed on him, and a heavy, animalistic breath escaped his throat: "What else? Speak!"

"This information just came from an informant within the Municipal Public Security Bureau..."

Xiao Li shuddered and stammered, "Li Yuanchao personally led a team to the city hospital and captured Lao Ba. He directly requested reinforcements from the city bureau, asking them to send people over immediately to assist him in taking over the scene."

Xiao Li closed his eyes in despair, his voice filled with utter collapse: "Now a large force from the Municipal Bureau has rushed over and surrounded the hospital."

Old Scar got arrested?

Still at the city hospital?!

Chen Jianguo's eyes widened suddenly, his pupils trembling violently.

"What a joke..." Chen Jianguo muttered to himself, as if he had heard the most absurd joke in the world.

The city hospital? I just got back from the city hospital! I barely stepped out of the hospital gates, and Li Yuanchao took care of Old Scar right there?!

He could even imagine that while he was in the hospital, completely overwhelmed, Li Yuanchao's men and that damned old scar were hiding just a few walls away from him!

He narrowly escaped the clutches of a time bomb that could have killed him!

cheated.

Li Yuanchao completely played him for a fool! On the surface, Li Yuanchao pretended to be a mad dog biting people and running around aimlessly, deliberately giving him a weakness, forcing him to run around between the municipal party committee and the hospital like a stray dog.

Then, taking advantage of his moment of distraction and the fact that he had just left the hospital, he launched a surprise attack and took down Old Scar!

But when did Li Yuanchao find out that Lao Ba was hiding in the city hospital?

Chen Jianguo's pupils suddenly contracted, as if a lightning bolt had struck his mind.

Wang Biao!

Oh, right, Wang Biao's death!

Zhao Shanhe... It must have been Zhao Shanhe who did it!! It was definitely Zhao Shanhe who led his men to that abandoned locomotive marshalling yard on the outskirts of the city, suppressed Wang Biao's gang with swift and decisive measures, and even found out Lao Ba's whereabouts before taking action!

Li Yuanchao must have received confirmation from Zhao Shanhe before he dared to rush straight to the city hospital to arrest the person without any scruples!

The ominous premonition that had been lingering in my mind was actually true!

Unfortunately, despite his cleverness and belief that he could control the whole situation, he was fooled by Li Yuanchao's trickery at the last moment.

One move off guard.

A complete loss!

Extreme fear and the humiliation of being slapped hard in the face intertwined, gnawing at Chen Jianguo's heart like a venomous snake.

He let out a hissing sound, like a broken bellows leaking air, and slumped back into the leather chair, his face ashen and lifeless.

Seeing Chen Jianguo's spineless expression, Xiao Li's legs went weak, and he asked desperately, "Secretary Chen, the city bureau's large team is on their way. Once Old Scar is caught, everything will be set in stone. What... what should we do now?"